Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.